If youíd ask me the most memorable moments in my life, I would not hesitate to tell you that those were the times I brought my son and daughter into this world. Those nine exciting and crucial months of carrying precious life inside my womb was like handling precious gem, a valuable treasure, yet priceless!
I began to truly understand and appreciate my mother when I first became a mother myself. Those sleepless nights of euphoria outweighs the slight annoyances of a crying baby, and the seemingly endless diaper change and feedings at the middle of the night. Those guilty feelings of a working mom leaving your kid with a slight fever or cold, then coming home exhausted yet you tried to regain some strength to carry and hug your child and then never let go. Just one look at your babyís smile was a reward in itself.
I can compare each stage of my childrenís development into a blank canvas. You try to mix colors together and work into tiny details, blend each hue until you slowly come up with an outline, some rough edges , abstract figures , work on your craft again, until finally you come up with a beautiful picture and you end up with a feeling of exhilaration and pride. But unlike any work of art, bringing life into this world and the reality that goes with it is impossible without the help of The Master Artist. After all, we (mothers, sons, daughters, husbands) are all Godís workmanship, created for His greater purpose.
I take motherhood very seriously. I think this is the most challenging but rewarding job in the whole world. Imagine a 24/7 job without getting paid, yet you feel so accomplished and fulfilled? Even Oprah with all her millions canít compare with the pride and satisfaction of being a mother.
To all the mothers everywhere, I applaud you! I can relate with every tear, every laughter, each silent prayer at dawn when your child has not called, when your teen first got his driving license and drove his first car on his first date. The excitement and worries of your young daughterís prom night, and the unexpected phone call telling you she wonít be home till two in the morning, if she remember to call at all. Then your children reach adulthood and you thought your role is over. They get married and have their own children but youíre still their mother. ..this time youíre back to square one because you just canít resist babysitting your grandchildren. That role of a Grandma I cannot relate yet, but Iím praying God will grant me long life and good health to see that happens.
This essay is dedicated in memory of my loving mother, and to all the mothers everywhere, mothers to be, women who never had the opportunity to have children of their own but fulfilling motherly roles, to fathers who love their children and the mother of their children, to everyone who valued and respect us women and mothers for our gift of nurturing and selfless giving and unconditional love.
"This essay is dedicated in memory of...women who never had the opportunity to have children of their own but fulfilling motherly roles." Thanks Gloria. This made my day, as I was feeling rather blue, in that I am NOT a mother to any birth children, only to furry and finny ones...HAVE A HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...Sorry I haven't had time to do much commenting on FW lately...My days have been filled with trips to the ER for Hart, but that should soon be over...All is well...Helen